2025. Who Is She?

 2024… Welp.

2025, here we are! Buckle up!

2025. well, shit.

But on day one two of the new year, here I am. Here we all are. Meteors (hopefully figurative) and pandemonium will keep coming, and we’ll still be here. Whether it’s surviving or thriving or sleeping, that’s an accomplishment in itself.

I’m way out of “comebacks.” I’ll always have excuses, but those aren’t funny. So I’ll just be here, on day one two of 2025 and onward. We’ll all be here together. Me and all 2 of you who read this.

I have actual “goals” for The Hen in 2025, and I’m not sharing them. I can’t fail if no one can hold me accountable! HA! But I will say I am here TRYING; trying my best to still share some cackles or something and write some words for my petite coop, even if they’re not all published. (You’ll never know about my spring hiking trip where I kept startling a midwestern woman! Sad!) So flying into a new year, Hen is taking a new approach to writing, at least for this article. Since most of us here would like a RE-DO for 2024 but can’t get one, I’m focusing on unsolicited advice that’s helping me thrive (mostly…sort of… MOMMY!) in the hangover of 2024. And you can trust me: all my therapists say I’m doing really well.

Back Up Out the Gravesite...

She hath risen again! Hen is back for a major comeback - again!

For the few of you left in my loyal coop, you know this is my longest hiatus by far. It was not planned, and I'm back with nothing profound or dramatic to share. I even have a draft in progress for my grand return - started nearly 2 YEARS AGO. Even 2 years ago, a younger sporadic blogger (me!) knew I'd left you too long. While that draft has some decent giggles you may never see, it's also a fancy list of excuses for an uninspired and out-of-touch writer. Two years later, my coop deserves better!

HENniversary! Hen Turns 10 Part I: How the Cluck Was The Hen Born?

It's My 10-year HENniversary! I thought this was a big deal until I looked up what precious metal goes with a 10 year: tin. I'll be drinking canned beer to celebrate. 

I've been dreading this moment where I'd actually have to do something big on The Hen to commemorate this anniversary. Thankfully 2020 happened, showing many more things to dread like a global pandemic, blatant racism, and that orange criminal still in the White House. Now that the pressure's off, let's get clucking!